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Friday, February 19, 2016
Bite My Tongue...
"Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only My blood speaks to you in my veins"
-Merchant of Venice (William Shakespeare)
I really want to touch your heart
But with something so precious
Its imperative I make the right.....impression
Wish we could go back to a time where innocence was our shield
But uno...
there's no time like the present
Free Spirit...there's something Beautifully Savage about you..
Lionness..
I want to call you, Queen
you certainly look the part...
Lowkey.. I imagine you start your day with a Mozart smoothie..
or a bowl of Van Goghs & Rembrandts
Cus if you are what you eat...
..you definitely scream "Work of Art"
I want to just stare at you for hours and get the bottom of your beautiful
Understand how one can be so perfect
...Uncover the Splendour of your Essence
But I have a feeling just like any other wonder in the world
Your allure is not to be understood; confined to the limits of my mind and experiences
...So I would be content to just bask in the Radiance of your Presence
Listen tho...
Beauty does not always mean Perfection
And Perfection does not always mean Flawless
Sometimes the most beautiful thing you see is only a collection of Flaws
Placed precisely in such a perfect arrangement that all the eyes can see is Gorgeous
And nothing compliments a beautiful face like a passionate heart
And an Intelligent Mind clearly sets you apart
Got me..
Longing to be one of the thousand things that you think of everyday
And my lips would write love letters on your skin till 9,99 other things fade away..
And as I watch you in my Minds eye so many scenes unfold
I would pull you into my arms if i could be so bold
Wrap my arms around you and help you realise that this is home
Savour the taste of your lips as I kiss you slow
Maybe I can hold your hand
Falling up into the sky
Falling into eyes that twinkle brighter than the stars
Till parachutes open and tear you from my grasp
Getting ahead of Myself..looking back,,
clearly I should know better..
Brain saying Shut the hell up
...everything else saying Go get Her
.................ith Crazy
the risk of losing what I don't even have is way too strong...
Maybe I should roll safe
Maybe I should bite my tongue..
Portia..
looking at you with the awe struck eyes of Bassanio
Attention surrendering to your beauty
Mind captured by thoughts of you
Imagining a moment when I can drink it in first hand
Knowing I could never keep my composure
cus even in my thoughts I jump on you
lol...im sorry
From the Moment we're born we're dying
So we might as well do some Living too
Placed on this sphere to Create...Moments, Magic, History
And you endlessly inspire me
Everytime I look at you
But Listen...
Sometimes even if you never intend to jump
Its just as invigorating, standing on the ledge
And maybe the wise thing to do is Bite my tongue
But these words would haunt me if I left them unsaid
The End :)
...x
(i always got something playing in the background when i write these things)
Only My blood speaks to you in my veins"
-Merchant of Venice (William Shakespeare)
I really want to touch your heart
But with something so precious
Its imperative I make the right.....impression
Wish we could go back to a time where innocence was our shield
But uno...
there's no time like the present
Free Spirit...there's something Beautifully Savage about you..
Lionness..
I want to call you, Queen
you certainly look the part...
Lowkey.. I imagine you start your day with a Mozart smoothie..
or a bowl of Van Goghs & Rembrandts
Cus if you are what you eat...
..you definitely scream "Work of Art"
I want to just stare at you for hours and get the bottom of your beautiful
Understand how one can be so perfect
...Uncover the Splendour of your Essence
But I have a feeling just like any other wonder in the world
Your allure is not to be understood; confined to the limits of my mind and experiences
...So I would be content to just bask in the Radiance of your Presence
Listen tho...
Beauty does not always mean Perfection
And Perfection does not always mean Flawless
Sometimes the most beautiful thing you see is only a collection of Flaws
Placed precisely in such a perfect arrangement that all the eyes can see is Gorgeous
And nothing compliments a beautiful face like a passionate heart
And an Intelligent Mind clearly sets you apart
Got me..
Longing to be one of the thousand things that you think of everyday
And my lips would write love letters on your skin till 9,99 other things fade away..
And as I watch you in my Minds eye so many scenes unfold
I would pull you into my arms if i could be so bold
Wrap my arms around you and help you realise that this is home
Savour the taste of your lips as I kiss you slow
Maybe I can hold your hand
Falling up into the sky
Falling into eyes that twinkle brighter than the stars
Till parachutes open and tear you from my grasp
Getting ahead of Myself..looking back,,
clearly I should know better..
Brain saying Shut the hell up
...everything else saying Go get Her
.................ith Crazy
the risk of losing what I don't even have is way too strong...
Maybe I should roll safe
Maybe I should bite my tongue..
Portia..
looking at you with the awe struck eyes of Bassanio
Attention surrendering to your beauty
Mind captured by thoughts of you
Imagining a moment when I can drink it in first hand
Knowing I could never keep my composure
cus even in my thoughts I jump on you
lol...im sorry
From the Moment we're born we're dying
So we might as well do some Living too
Placed on this sphere to Create...Moments, Magic, History
And you endlessly inspire me
Everytime I look at you
But Listen...
Sometimes even if you never intend to jump
Its just as invigorating, standing on the ledge
And maybe the wise thing to do is Bite my tongue
But these words would haunt me if I left them unsaid
The End :)
...x
(i always got something playing in the background when i write these things)
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Love is a funny thing to try and explain...
It has nothing to do with what a person looks like, its a feeling of familiarity, its a blurring of lines, its a safe feeling, a sometimes overlooked dull security which gives us the base from which we can function...and we never really fully realise its importance till we lose it or come close to losing it.
It has nothing to do with what a person looks like, its a feeling of familiarity, its a blurring of lines, its a safe feeling, a sometimes overlooked dull security which gives us the base from which we can function...and we never really fully realise its importance till we lose it or come close to losing it.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Is This Seat Taken?..
As soon as I see her walk in the room
Time bows out gracefully
About to find out if looks can kill
someone say a prayer for me..
I try to look busy
... I try to look less
I try to not look ...but each time I fail
Iron will over powered by her beauty
I find myself unable to look away
I try to do something with my face
sexy smoulder? too much..
subtle wink?..might be too creepy
russian roulletting with these expressions
she's walking in my direction
..at any moment she might see me
I want her to, but I don't feel ready
Something about her screams once in a lifetime
And just like that she walks past me
"hello" such an easy word it practically rolls off the tongue
and this was the moment i chose to bite mine?
"Dont want to appear too keen but I'm trying to be your next of Kin"
Shut up brain ..you're too late the moment is past
I really feel like I missed out on something..
I want to "oh well" it away but my eyes are still stained by your magnificence
as a consolation i turn around and try and catch a glimpse of that ass
Sweet Shining Star of Bethlehem!
I frantically reach for some of my finest composure
clear my throat and try and stop my lip shaking
Looking up into her beauty
Witnessing some of Gods finest work
I watch her lips part and I hear the words
"Is this seat taken?"
...x
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Stuck..
In another life
Maybe you'll find me again
In your quiet moments
in the echoes of silence
Maybe you'll call my name
Maybe you'll remember my perfume
Maybe you'll close your eyes and feel my touch
Maybe those pretty lips smile when you remember my charm
Cus i helplessly remember
Your face, Your kiss,,,everything you are
Everything I was, with you in my arms
As this distance grows
as time builds up inbetween us
you never lose your grip on my mind
I just hope you think about me sometimes
that you wonder what and how im doing too
that you pick up the phone and then put it back down again
that you compose a text in your head then decide not to send it
then spend the whole day wishing you had
....like i do
I hope its as hard
for you not to get in touch
I hope you tell your friends
"I hate how I miss him so much"
On this battlefield called love...I hope your mind fights your heart as fiercely as mine does
and when tired muscles need stretching and you go from cat to cow pose, i hope u have flashbacks of me
...just cus ure on all fours
Head in my Hands
Still cant understand
How we ended up making excuses
when we started off making plans
I hope you hear my name whispered in the wind
I hope when you feel that feeling and you bite your lip, you taste mine
I hope nobody ever needs you like i
Cus you just might up and leave them too
But if you have to meet somebody else, please don't tell him its "his"
cus that would be a lie
cus u know from the first time we kissed its always been mine
and certainly dont tell him nobody made you feel this way
because that would make me "nobody" and in more than one way u'd be lying
So i found out the hard way that sorrows can swim
no drowning them for me cus
these memories are too valuable for us to end up regretting
And if you have to move on
I wish you the best just...
Please dont forget me
x
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